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In part one of this case, we shared about 24 year old Mitrice Richardson and how she vanished after being released alone from a sheriff's station in the middle of the night, without her phone, without her car or her wallet. She was seen in the hills of Malibu just before sunrise. And then she was gone. For 11 months, her family searched. They pleaded with law enforcement. They passed out flyers, organized searches, and begged the media to pay attention. And nearly a year would pass with no movement on the case until one August afternoon in 2010, when a small team of park rangers entered a remote canyon and found something. On part two of this case, we dive into the discovery. Her family dreaded the aftermath they endured and the questions that continued to demand answers. Why was she released that night? How did she die? And why does it feel like no one has been held accountable? My name is Sarah Reed, and this is Sequestered. Season two, case six, the disappearance and death of Mitrice Richardson. Part two. Before the headlines, before the timelines and maps, there's a relationship at the center of this story. Mitrice Richardson and her girlfriend, Tessa Moon. They'd been together for two years. The Los Angeles Times reported that tessa, who was 25 at the time, spoke publicly about her faith that Mitrice was still alive, saying, if I could tell her anything right now, it would be, don't be afraid. We're coming. Just six months into their relationship, Tessa moved about six hours north to the Bay Area for work. And they kept things going long distance, seeing each other a couple times a month. That detail comes from the Advocate, which interviewed tessa in a November 2009 article about their life together. Tessa was still living in Northern California when Mitrice went missing, and she immediately began making regular trips back to Los Angeles. As she told the Advocate, I'm constantly making trips back and forth, anything to find her. It's really getting frustrating and hectic. And she didn't just search quietly. At a news conference covered by ABC11 in early November, Tessa voiced her frustration with authorities, saying, everything we go through, it hits dead ends. You expect the help from the police, but we haven't gotten that. She's not a bystander to Mitrice's story. Tessa is a protagonist inside of it, trying to push the case forward in her own unique way. One night at Jules Catch One, the legendary black LGBTQ nightclub in Los Angeles, Tessa stood beside Mitrice's father, Michael, asking the city's queer community to help find her girlfriend. As the Los Angeles Sentinel reported, she told the crowd, at this point, we are leaving no Stones unturned. It's going to take all of us. That night, the message was simple. Show up, share flyers, call in tips, refuse to let Mitrice be forgotten. Tessa also pushed back on speculation about Mitrice's mental health. In the Advocate article, she was very clear. She wasn't diagnosed with any mental illnesses. She wasn't getting any medication. And through these interviews, Tessa kept returning to the same message. Don't be afraid. We're coming. She didn't quit. She pressed law enforcement for surveillance, asked for accountability around the midnight release, and when doors closed, went back to the microphones. Over and over as ABC11 captured, her conviction never wavered. I know she's alive. I feel her. And there's no doubt in my mind that she's alive. This part matters because without Tessa's persistence and Michael's and Latice's, the search looks different. The coverage looks different, the pressure looks different. The community organizing that follows, from rallies to reward funds to outreach in queer spaces, doesn't coalesce on its own. People build it, and Tessa helped build it in hers and Mitrice's community. So when we talk about the case, remember the human scale, the missed calls, the long drives, the press conferences you never thought you'd have to give. Remember the way Tessa frames her hope not as a vague wish, but as a mission. Love does this. It organizes, it insists. It keeps showing up.
